Candlelight and Cake Walks
The problem with men who rewrite history,
casting their new role as victim
of heartless sail-away women,
is their book is too tedious,
spine-burst by sophomoric misdemeanors.
You blame me for that burnt cake years ago,
but I never offered to help fire the stove.
We both know if I'd come when you left her
you'd be hiring troubadours, not force
feeding me stale, bitter slices of cake
kept carefully preserved all these years
in both freezer and heart.
Art: The Dance 02: Itzhak Ben-Arieh
Israeli artists Itzhak Ben-Arieh's creations have
appeared on my site many times. His work is
always a delight. See more of his work HERE.
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